Page 118 of His Big Bad Stick

I walk her across my apartment to my bedroom. To my bed.

There I gently place her down and cover her up.

For me this is as far as things can possibly go in terms of anything that appears kind or romantic.

“Colver,” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to hate me for this. I’m starving right now.”

I grit my teeth.

I’m not your personal chef, kitten.

She just stares at me.

I’m waiting for her to start begging me.

Better yet… use the pregnancy to her advantage.

This sense of protection I feel, is something I’ve never felt before.

So in a way it’s like Abrielle has me by the balls.

Even after draining my balls, huh?

“You’re hungry,” I say.

“Very.”

“And what do you want me-”

“Pizza,” she says without skipping a breath.

Pizza. Of course.

She cringes and shrugs her shoulders.

I’m waiting for her to tell me the baby wants pizza. Drive that stake through my heart.

The thing is this…

Yeah, I’m not a fan of someone eating in my bed.

I don’t mix food with my bedroom.

I’m also not a fan of taking orders from Abrielle, even if it’s for her and the baby or for the pregnancy.

And, okay, fine, we just had amazing sex. I’m hungry too.

The thing that has me rattled… pissed off…

I was looking forward to getting into my bed with Abrielle and holding her until she fell asleep…

Suspension sucks.

The big guys at the top are not only pissed at me but they’re scared.

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